outskirts of it, they met a workman swinging his bag of tools, and Tommy stopped him with a question. "The Moat House? It's empty. Been empty for years. Mrs. Sweeny's got the key if you want to go over it--next to the post office." Tommy thanked him. They soon found the post office, which was also a sweet and general fancy shop, and knocked at the door of the cottage next to it. A clean, wholesome-looking woman opened it. She readily produced the key of the Moat House. "Though I doubt if it's the kind of place to suit you, sir. In a terrible state of repair. Ceilings leaking and all. 'Twould need a lot of money spent on it." "Thanks," said Tommy cheerily. "I dare say it'll be a washout, but houses are scarce nowadays."
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